The sun had slipped away, leaving the yard to hold its breath.
The birds had found their safe places on branches or nestled in dense brush.
Silence settled in, spreading across the frosted grass.
The moon hung large in a cloudless sky, its light brushing the ground, while a security light guarded the corners of the yard, revealing just enough to feel watched.
I glanced out the kitchen window, expecting only peace… the stillness of a world preparing for bedtime.
But something shifted at the edge of my sight.
Not a dog, not a cat.
A body swayed into view, moving side to side.
It searched the ground with patient purpose, nose low, intent on some quiet promise… food, perhaps, maybe the orange I had tossed out earlier into the yard.
Patient Advocate, healthcare activist, wife, mother, grandmother, lover of life. I believe in the power of hope, it can move mountains. Love the art of writing.
